Hello All, I know I said I was going to update the next chapter of 'The Wandering Woman' and I will...just after I get some sleep. This is a new story and I hope you like it!
And the first chapter I dedicate to Good Omens, because their fic "Speaking of Alternate" set me off.
As a key, because I'm not sure if you lot find it use full.
Italics are for thoughts or emphasizing something
While Bold is for sound affects as rare as they are...
Summary: When Danzo died via Sasuke (Or suicide), unknown to anyone he left a successor to take over ROOT. Meet one Yuko Tsubame, a Civilian seamstress, tea lover and the Unknowing successor of Danzo's illegal organization. Completely unprepared for the coming storm of both the Hokage searching for said Successor and dealing with the Root members and helping them feel again... although completely scaring the crap of the the man who barged into her and made her drop her bags wasn't something she counted on. "I'm WHAT?"
It all started with a cup of tea. It really did.
Yuko is a civilian, and having lived her whole life in the leaf village she was quite familiar with it's roads and daily shenanigans caused by the eccentric ninja of the village. Yuko wasn't prone to friends, rather she was simply content with where she was in life. A seamstress. She enjoyed the gentle and repetitious movements on the needle and thread however even she needed a break. So like clock work, every day at four in the afternoon she would arrive at a small semi-recluse tea shop, sit a little to the left out the front of the establishment to soak in the afternoon rays of the sun and enjoy a nice cup of tea. And when ever she drank her tea, Yuko was always joined by an older man with graying brown hair, tanned skin and a stone face. Yuko didn't mind, company was company regardless of whether there was talk between them. So for five years Yuko would sit in that same spot, drinking the same tea with the same old man.
It had taken a while before the silence was broken between them. After the first two months, the old man became a little chatty. First it was the returned greetings when she had come for tea then the pleasant talk about the weather and eventually as time passed on the pair descended into multi-layered in-depth discussions of hypothetical situations using plant metaphors or the names of shogi pieces. These talks went on for years with the man and the two became very familiar with each other.
They weren't friends for they had never exchanged names, but it was close thing.
Thus it came as a great surprise when the old man didn't show on their next tea date. Yuko could feel the worry bloom in her chest but she quickly pushed it down and rationalized many reasons why he didn't show. He was, after all, a rather old man. And so Yuko continued her routine as she usually did, after all dealing with shinobi was something she needed a break from.
The next day was the same, the old man still didn't show. Frustration was beginning to take root before it deflated and changed back to worry and annoyance. She couldn't really hold it against the old man if he was injured but the lack of contact between them when they only met at the tea shop was annoying and it's at times like these that Yuko wishes that she had asked the old man for his name.
'An old man.' she reminded herself and once more continued on. It was two weeks later of the same thing before something had changed.
Once more at the small tea shop, Yuko waited with a heavy heart. She really had enjoyed those session and conversations with the old man for they had stimulated her mind in a way that none other had before and it was something that she found refreshing. As she pondered on the case of the old man whose name she never asked, staring blankly at the passing pedestrians, Yuko began to feel a slight tingling on her left shoulder blade. She rolled said shoulder discreetly before writing it off as pins and needles for not moving much. Yuko drained her cup before leaving a generous tip at the establishment and making her way back to her apartment, the place she now called home.
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As Yuko moved through the streets and the people, her brown hair allowing her to easily blend in with her surroundings, she was unaware of the set of eyes on her person as they tracked her every step.
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Yuko makes her way to the apartment she had recently moved into a couple of months ago. It had been cheap and closer to the out skirts of the village, giving it a peaceful and tranquil feeling. She had originally checked it out at the behest of the old man when Yuko had mentioned on a off-handed comment about wanting to move. It was perfect for her needs: two rooms one for sleeping and the other for her work, a functional kitchen, a fairly large living room and a bathroom with a shower.
Yuko enters her apartment warily. On her way back, the hairs at the back of her neck had risen up giving her the unsettling feeling of being watched and as she got closer the her haven of safety, the stronger the feeling became. Yuko had become scared enough to bolt up three flights of stairs and slamming her door shut. Yuko leaned back against the door, feeling drained her strength, shivering slightly at the recent memory of the feeling of having someone watching her. She takes a deep breath to compose herself before stripping off her plain shirt with every intention of having a warm shower to sooth her aching muscles which had become sore from the sudden running she had just did.
She bustles about her apartment in search of her missing night clothes in her bra and underwear and as she passes by her wardrobe mirror she catches a black marking on her body. Yuko stops in confusion, her brow furrowed. Carefully walking backwards, closer to the mirror and closer to the reflection of the thing on her shoulder. Staring at the mirror dumbly because previously on her bare should was now an intricate circular black ink tattoo. Yuko's fingers gently danced over the swirls and brush strokes in curiosity.
'...Where did that come from?' Yuko wonders as she continued poking it. Suddenly Yuko feels a surge of energy within her and watches as the tattoo glows a blinding bright blue. She shuts her eyes in an attempt to block the strength of the light.
'...This isn't a tattoo! It's a seal!' she realizes when it begins to hum with contained energy, her chakra! The seal releases the energy it had gather in one large pulse and Yuko sags in fatigue as she starts to feel beginning effects of chakra exhaustion, something known to be very dangerous for anyone. Rubbing her thumb and forefinger against her temple in a feeble attempt to fight against her headache of the use of chakra. Yuko changes her decision to have a shower and stumbles towards the bed, vaguely wondering if she should ask someone about the seal or at least visit the Hokage.
Thud.
Yuko knew that sound, it was the sound of someone falling onto the floor. It is a sound she knows well since she had more than once, tripped over on her own feet and caused it. She turns to see who had fallen over and promptly shrieks in surprise when she comes face to face to a cat faced mask. An ANBU mask. Even civilians such as she knew what ANBU masks look like and the fact that there is one in front of her scares hers because they only listen to the Hokage and even though it isn't said, it's known that they do the dirty work of the village. Mission that even jounin wouldn't do. But what happens next completely catches her off guard. The cat-masked ANBU has dropped down on one knee and is Bowing to Her.
He, an elite shinobi, a trained killer, is Bowing to Her, Yuko, A Civilian.
"Lady Yuko, I am yours to command." The man says in an emotionless tone.
Yuko suddenly feels faint, the blood is rushing to her head. The last thing she see before black takes her vision completely, is the ANBU cocking his head to one side as if curious.
'Yeah...no.'
So, you get a cookie if you can guess who the old man is! Also the meaning of Yuko will be a kind of guideline or a base template to what she is like!
Again, I have no beta so if there are any spelling mistakes or grammar mistakes, feel free to point them out to me! As of yet there are no pairing of any kind...It will probably lean towards Kakashi...
R and R!